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The steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the sterile hospital room. Lindsay lay motionless, her skin pale against the white sheets, a thin oxygen tube resting beneath her nose. Her body bore the evidence of the attack-bruises blooming across her arms, a deep gash stitched across her side.
Maria sat beside her, eyes swollen from crying. "You